And here was Vesper, going against all of what conventional about human nature. Digging through the ditches and trying to drag the survivors out and utterly terrified it should happen to her.
"Not quite time, though we've all gotten busy. Division and so many people who used to live here are gone." Cascade Locks was all she knew for most of her life. And now that so much of it was gone, she clung. She clung to her religion and clung to neighbors who wouldn't seek her out simply because she was Cano. "So, it's me being... me being antiquated, really. Just straight from some old 1950s sitcom."
There's... something appealing about that growl, though she knows fairly little beyond kissing. It really isn't a feeling she should focus on. Better to... "Well, I don't want you caught by some bear or deer if you're intending pay me back. I'll... I'll drop by." Oh, please may she not be red.